Just such another prodigy is Laïs!
Full teeming coffers swell'd her pride of youth:
Her person ever fresh and new, your satrap
Was more accessible than she;—but now,
That life is flagging at the goal, and like
An unstrung lute, her limbs are out of tune,
She is become so lavish of her presence,
That being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
They surfeit at the sight.
She's grown companion to the common streets—